Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.